Hopefully I will come up with a title for the poem below while writing this poemlogue, if I may borrow one of Viv’s most fabulous words. I must begin by asking that if click on any links today, Dear Reader, please let it be this one: The Superlions Marooned on an Island. I have been obsessed with these lions for almost two years. I dream of them. I want to meet them. I wish that I had come up with the LOLCat created in homage to these most wonderful superlions I’ve posted in this entry.
When the course of the Okavango River in the Duba Plains of Botswana shifted around fifteen years ago, these lions were left stranded on an island in the middle of the river. These lions did not die out as expected. Instead, they began to evolve. Dear Reader, you must, must, must read the article about them! And watch the National Geographic special, too, if you can!
And a shout-out to KL for inviting me to go see the wild horses on the island with her! I can’t wait! They are in the poem below!
But it’s not for me to say
Distant ships hold every woman
[rest-of-poem is riding on the back of a superlion. yay!]
April 8, 2008 at 10:45 pm |
Ahhh, the horses…
and about those “distant ships [that] hold every woman’s wish on board.” Can’t we hijack that ship, just once, in our lifetime?